Regretting You

by Colleen Hoover

I wonder if humans are the only living creatures that ever feel hollow inside. I don’t understand how my body can be full of everything bodies are full of—bones and muscles and blood and organs—yet my chest sometimes feels vacant, as if someone could scream into my mouth and it would echo inside of me.

Sometimes when we’re alone, he looks at me in a way that makes me feel empty when he looks away. It’s a feeling I’ve never gotten when Chris looks at me.

Chris doing something like this was a knife to my heart. But Jenny? That’s an obliteration of my soul.

“I’ve never hated watermelon Jolly Ranchers. I only saved them because I knew they were your favorite.”